It tares apart like paperborn from a saviour’s verseThe devil doesn’t mind, she makes it worseI collect the cursesI recycle them like newspaperrhetorical rhymesin my life of grime.

I shine like the steeple of churchbut I’d rather be the birch the trunk of a treefor this a goddess induced realityWisdom causing minds full of incoherent clarityI lose my faith wandering in garden labyrinthsthe chances are we won’t find the goddess or her nymphsor there chalices in the angles or angel absinthethat we drink or think outside our boxesso neat we feel no feeling in our defeatyet we drink it all downlike sad pathetic clownsin the pubs wearing our overalls and scrubbing away.

Polishing our lamps just to find genies or djinnin our lives that our extraordinary and full of sinyet we all fall beneath the skinthe earth full of mud and shitthe page half written is full of ityet it feeds us and bears fruitforms the roots of all we cultivatefor man is no man unless he has a little hateand enough love to permeatehis sad heartbeating in tune to the bleeding wombhe wants to enteranother grand venturetrying to give his childthe wisdom of being wildand free while they try to chain his childrenwith the care they placed on his shouldersI love you Atlas don’t get tiredOr older the love that beats in your souldon’t let the fire get colder…

Scurrying this way and thatavoiding the hierarchy of the fat catsDirty and free with no real responsibilitythere can be no art without chaosanother example of pathosor happinessFlip the coinThe sides jointhe anagram of rat is artwouldn’t you like to rip apartCivilisation and start anewI turned into a rat my fur grew and grewmy tail burst I shrank and shrankinto dark spacessurrounded by little facesIn this wasteland worldmy appetite for chaos uncurled.

“On Painting Rats, and the Glorification of Them. They exist without permission. They are hated, hunted and persecuted. They live in quiet desperation amongst the filth. And yet they are capable of bringing entire civilizations to their knees. If you are dirty, insignificant, and unloved then rats are the ultimate role model.”― Banksy, Wall and Piece